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Writing three pages is easy when I’m effin’ pissed. I can rattle on if I’m frazzled, frustrated, irked, dismayed or sad. But when life is honky dory, getting three pages out of me and onto the page is like trying to pull a hippopotamus out of the mud. That’s wh

I’ve been reading Letters to a young artist: building a life in art by Julia Cameron. My sister gave it to me for Christmas a few years ago. I read it back then, but now with this project of writing 365 morning pages in a row and blogging about it, the book was worth a second gl

It’s Saturday. I have vast amounts of time. This is unusual for me. Usually I fill my time with Things I Gotta DO! But today, I’ve done them and still have time left over. What the heck is going on here? Oh my goodness. Could it be that these pages have created a time warp

A poem that fell out of my pen and onto my morning pages today: The old me would have fumedShe would have whinedShe would have screamedI can’t let it go!I can’t let myself go! I’ve got to keep it all from unraveling! The new me goes about my business And keeps that